Voiceless it cries. Wingless flutters. Toothless bites...

Dark child

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So, the Jedi was hopeful after all. Xanthier could see it in his eyes. Compassion. A worthless emotion, one that Xanthier would probably never know, nor fully understand. Still it was there, he had seen it few times before this. Compassion leads to trust, trust leads to downfall. An emotion so easily flawed, it beckoned for manipulation...

"I will..join you." Xanthier said almost hesitantly, his tone of vice still that of confusion. Which in truth he was still puzzled to some degree, this Jedi had to be one of the calmest he had seen. Though he did not know it, the turmoil inside Xanthier tended to be projected outwards, every bout of emotion he felt ultimately beset those within his presence. Typically causing nervousness in the least. The Jedi however seemed impervious to this, treating him just as any other being.

Xanthier's hand idly tugged at the tatted sash at his waist, fingers wrapping around it, alternatively opening and closing slowly. Almost like a nervous twitch, though his expression showed no signs of nervousness. His eyes narrowed to some degree, but it was more to show that he meant what he said rather than aggression. "I will not go to Ilum." He stated with warning. "Where might you be headed?"
 
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